Reds, yellows, and browns
Plucked by the brisk Autumn breeze
Spin down to the ground.
How does it work?
Oooo, I love the idea of the leaves plucked by the breeze!
I love the imagery of autumn colored, crispy confetti!
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Comments (2)
Oooo, I love the idea of the leaves plucked by the breeze!
I love the imagery of autumn colored, crispy confetti!